Frank Frazetta is the God of fantasy art. In his pictures you will find no New-Age airbrush cuteness. Here death
and mutilation often reign when muscular warriors hack each other to
smithereens with swords, battleaxes and maces. Here it is hardly ever day
– at most an ominous bloody red dusk during the final, decisive battle;
a "day" on a distant and alien cold planet, where the sky is
never blue; or the almost phosphorescent light in a steamingly lush
primeval forest where everything is deep green and exudes deep urges.

If the men are muscular, the women are scantily dressed and very
politically incorrectly voluptuous. With their brutal raw physical power
and formidable weapons, the men are not someone you would want to meet in
the street, but in Frazetta's universe the women are the most dangerous
with their cunning, magic and alluring curves, openly flaunting their
spellbinding sexuality – any teenage boy's wet dream.